I Think It Is Safe To Say If I Ever Move I Will Be Doing It Solo

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To say the piano was heavy would be a major understatement. To say the piano was a monolith, would still not give you the desired picture. To say that we could use it for a bomb shelter, is beginning to touch on the enormity of it. To say that even though I am not fully satisfied with the piano, but there is no way in the free world I am going to round up all those people and try and move it back, pretty much sums it up.

There were four men, an amazon sister and a rather weak Porkchop with all the professional piano moving equiment and people were STILL cursing me under their breath. I know owe people first born children, cookies, a few hours of research and a assortment of other things.

After the dust settled, and I really got a chance to look at the piano, I wasn't exactly happy. But, let me assure you, that baby elephant is going NO WHERE. It is staying RIGHT there. It works. While it may not be perfect, it works. And if we ever sell this house, it just might come with it.

Thank you to everyone who helped, even though I know you now hate me and will never speak to me again...

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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